O Lord, how many are my foes Many are rising against me Many are saying of my soul There is no salvation for him in God But you, O Lord, are a shield about me My glory, and the lifter of my head I cried aloud to the Lord And he answered me from his holy hill I lay down and slept I woke again, for the Lord sustained me I will not be afraid of many thousands of people Who have set themselves against me all around Arise, O Lord Save me, O my God For you strike all my enemies on the cheek You break the teeth of the wicked Salvation belongs to the Lord Your blessing be on your people